Motors and Macarons Part 2

“Fuck, hell no!” The one who was in the accident shouted. “My bike!” The Viking looking biker was hunched on the road, lamenting over his wheels. Goddess, he should be more concerned about the state he is in I thought as I took in the scene. The wolf’s leg was bent in three places and the left side of his arm was almost scraped to the bone.

“We got this, go on we are fine!” Two were shouting at the mowing crew oblivious to me; they blocking the mowing teams’ path from going to the other biker, obviously trying to hide his fast healing rate. One of the men shooing them on looked to be almost forty and had brown hair and brown eyes.

I made my way to the Viking, intent on helping hide all of the blood from the humans. “Goddess, my baby…” the man lovingly picked up a broken mirror and looked at it in his hands.

“Can I get you anything to help?” I asked again, standing six feet away.

The wolf finally looked at me with his baby blue eyes, a slight mist to them. “Oh, thank Goddess you are a wolf! I don’t see you there.” The man’s stomach growled loudly then, almost sounding like a motorcycle itself. “I hate to ask, but do you have anything to eat? I skipped a nice meal this morning to race the jackass behind me.” He indicated the third man, spreading more blood about him; the arm now somewhat knit back together.

The third man finally turned around his red hair standing out like a traffic light. “I heard that, idiot. It was your idea to begin with, seeing as how smooth and straight these roads are.” The mowing team had finally been persuaded to drive away, making the other two join them both.

“Here, let me go and get something then.” I turned to the house and ran inside. The sooner they were able to clean up all that blood, the less likely someone would try to stop and help. Reaching inside the house, I turned to the macarons I had left over from last night. I had about two dozen left of the assorted cookies; I always brought more home with me when I baked them at the bakery. “These should do, the sugar should make the healing kick in faster.” I handed them to the Viking, who took a handful and shoved them into his mouth.

“Thsm arrr mamsjng!” He said through a mouthful of cookies.

“Save some for the boss, ya idiot. You might need to get in his good graces now that we might have to stay here until Monday to fix this shit.” The brown haired one said.

Viking guy nodded his head in agreement and saved six of the cookies, giving them to the redhead to hold. “Thanks Misses, I feel better already.” The skin had begun to knit faster now, and the leg was almost straight again. He held out his good hand to me. “I’m Axel by the way, and this is Chip and Gage.” He said as he pointed to the brown haired one and the red head in turn.

“It’s Miss, and no problem.” I looked over the bike as I shook his freshly knitted hand gingerly. “Shit, that is a mess.”

“Yah, I’m going to have to ask our boss to talk with your alpha about extending our stay to fix this mess that the idiot caused.” Chip glared at Axel, visibly pissed at him.

“I can link him now if you’d like, so that way he knows to expect him if you’d like.” I offered.

“I knew I liked the women in this town,” Gage said with a smile.

I blushed and linked Alpha Scott. Hello Alpha, I am sorry to intrude; but there has been an accident here on the border in front of my house.

Is everything alright? Alpha Scott linked quickly.

One of the bikers from the gang wiped out on some fresh cut grass the city workers left in the road, and they are going to ask their boss to talk to you about extending their time to fix it. I looked around, waiting for a response and making sure no vehicles were driving our way. We still needed to get rid of all of the blood.

I’ll see their leader in the morning, I have a few minutes to spare before your appointment. But it will probably be for only the ones who need to stay here. The pack is too busy as it is right now for the rest of the month. With my wedding and the summit, they have to go. With that, Alpha Scott ended the link to me.

“He said he has a small opening for appointments before ten thirty tomorrow if your boss can make it.” I told the trio.

Axel was standing now, propping up his ruined motorcycles. “That should work, right Chip?” Axel asked.

“I’ll let the boss know, now let’s go about cleaning up this mess.” The four of them ended up picking up pieces of the bike, and soon enough I had my garden hose out and spraying down the street; getting rid of any trace of blood.

The trio soon departed as the sun was setting, the ruined bike propped in between the two working ones, Axel and Gage riding tandem. At least they didn’t try to hit on me like the one from the other day I thought as I went back inside. I decided to make some doughnut dough for in the morning, knowing that Alpha Scott would be too busy with planning to stop and get something like he normally would on each Monday.

I went to bed with the thoughts of Teddy again dancing in my head. He was rather attractive the more I thought about it. Sleep soon fell, and I was going to regret having thought of that sexy biker again.